Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

Always take the most unexpected route

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness.

Like a warrior in the battlefield, a writer must endeavour to use his pen to stamp the paper with his identity.

I read science fiction every single day of my life. It's my primary love.

He was raised without a proper diagnosis.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

I don't want to change the way I write my songs, I like the way I write my songs, so I keep 'em the same. I'd like to write more country songs, but other than that, I'm pretty good where I am.

Power, people are obsessed with it. You can take a nice person and turn them into a slob, into an insane being, craving power, destroying anything that stands in their way.

The only sensible person is my tailor. He measures me anew each time he sees me.

What is the meaning of life? It is too great a phenomenon to fit into any meaning.

I think fundamentally, the question of whether or not Christianity makes sense - whether it withstands scrutiny, whether the evidence supports it or hurts it - always comes down to the Resurrection.